#Michael Keaton Beetlejuice

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How To Kiss Your Bio Exorcist

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[elizabethcrumb]

Just a silly meme. ;) hehe! Yes yes we can.

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[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

WHO ELSE BUT ME CAUGHT THE BLACK SABBATH "EASTER EGG" IN THE "BEETLEJUICE" SEQUEL?

PIC INFO: Spotlight on BLACK SABBATH's 1970 eponymous debut album gatefold sleeve cover art, which I can bet you a million dollars, made a split second cameo/Easter egg appearance in "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice." It was the back of their 1970 debut LP, with the dead trees and branches.

I got just five words for ya:

Inside. Jeremy's. Crate. Of. Records.

It is the very last record facing the viewer inside Jeremy's crate of records. It is the very last record in his crate. Watch the movie and get back to me! BECAUSE THAT IS DEFINITELY THE BACK OF BLACK SABBATH'S 1970 DEBUT ALBUM FACING YOU!!

Sources: https://norselandsrock.com/black-sabbath-cover, Rolling Stone, & Facebook.

[junkfoodcinemas]

Beetlejuice (1988) dir. Tim Burton

[itsmepage]

One Less Lonesome Bride

Delores x Dead Bride! Reader || Okay so- I know I said I’ll make something for BJ after the movie but his ex wife was looking a little TOO FINE😩 I couldn’t keep my eyes away y’all you have to watch it for yourself SHE IS GORGEOUS. I sprinkled a little backstory for her because she’s deserves it

Summary: After being left to die by your ex and play the piano by yourself for so long, you meet Delores

Romantic Fluff

Warnings: Talk of death, murder, cult, hints that reader grew up in the victorian age, and just descriptions on being dead.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR “BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE!!!”

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One lonesome Bride that’s what you are. Wandering in the afterlife by yourself still in your white grown isn’t you imagine for your dead life to be nor wanted it to be; on your ceremony, you imagine a long filling life, where you and your lover grew old together, have children, things that were normal to want in your day in age but for one second you’re at a wedding and the next your were here: at the Netherworld, dead. You spent some time finding your groom-to-be, thinking he met the same unfortunate fate and he just got lost from you, however after maybe like… 178 years still no sign. It’s funny that’s how long you’ve been dead for but you couldn’t tell. They don’t keep track down here.

You silence your thoughts to a piano, something you did often in your life: letting the gentle music playing from your fingertips relax the nerves within yourself and despite being dead it still had its effect. A crowd never did show up to come to watch you, which has never been a problem to you, well that was kinda of a lie. Before your death you’ve dreamed of being a musician, which was silly for women from when and where you were from regardless it was still a big dream; you’ve longed to be a part of those concerts you would read on the paper or see on paintings and how magical it looked. It was a big promise your partner made before you passed on your wedding. A shame you never got to see it, alive but you were content playing your emotions away. Occasionally some do pass by to view your playing, but, most of the time, it was always newcomers. You didn’t blame them either: the piano was so out of tune almost completely broken but you kept playing anyway, only listening to the song in your head. Swaying along to its beat.

As you press the keys of a broken instrument a gust of wind flew past you, way too fast for you to think it was just the wind. You paused your playing for a quick second, checking if a ghost came into the room to hear you play, but there was nothing. You brushed it off quickly and turned back to your notes, after all, it was the Netherworld. The music blinded your senses, deafening you from the threat echoing around your music room. You spammed your notes when you glazed up feeling your dead heart beat for a second at the woman in front of you.

She was dressed in all black in a gown that looked like a wedding dress- in a completely different style than yours. Her black curly hair matched the dress and her lips were the only color to pop from her complexion. She was stitched up just as you’ve imagined the face of Dr. Frankenstein’s monster, the only difference being that you wouldn’t describe her as horrid and monstrous.

But as memorizing and beautiful.

You patted your eyelashes feeling like you were staring much longer than you should the silence being overwhelming and the absolute dominance she had over you sent a pleasant shiver down your dead spine. She looks down at your hands-glued to the piano keys- then back at you, her dead black eyes staring into you. “Who are you married you?” She asked her accent echoing in the room. “Hmmm..” you hesitated, understanding her question, but found it difficult to find the words. You told your lover’s name: giving her an open book on your backstory, even though that’s not what she asked but you ramble on anyway like a nervous young man trying to talk to a lady. The mysterious dead bride made a satisfying ‘hum’ tilting her head as her eyes roam on you again, making you gulp. Her eyebrows narrowed when she fully observed the instrument in front of you. She looked.. confused? “What’s this?” She asked and you couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. “Why, it’s a piano.” Her lost expression didn’t change she just looked back at you. “Piano?” So she was serious, she generally didn’t know what a piano was.

You spent the rest of your time educating the enticing woman- who introduced herself as Delores, was now next to you sitting on a stool- what a piano was and what it did. The lesson shifted into a conversation of your story another thing she didn’t ask for but when you turned to look at her: she was smiling. Her eyelids resting on her black eyes, her soft warm glaze turning you into mush. Your breath hitched as you felt your cheeks warm up despite no blood pumping through your system. You cleared your voice, tracing back to the previous lesson before you got distracted. You moved your fingers to the previous song before she interrupted, your nervousness melting away as you broke into a song without even realizing it. Delores glued her eyes and mind to you feeling that spark of life she hadn’t felt in a long, long, long, long, time. In her human life, she only knew the supernatural, the folklore, the mythology, a cult she vowed to say loyalty to. When you live on nothing by power, survival, or vengefulness, you don’t live. She hasn’t lived in a long time and she thinks she realizes that now.

From then on, it became a tradition. Whenever you were not alone in your music room, she was right, there; listening to you sing and play becoming one of your most, and only, honorable guests. Because of this little hangout, the two of you grew to know each other more even enjoying each other’s company outside of the music room where you really got to clamps of who she was and why the dead screamed and scurried away from you when she was close by, eventually, the two of you locking your arms together. Delores had everything in her power to end your life twice and you knew that now, -she probably would’ve ended up doing that at your first meeting if she wasn’t so curious about your piano- however, she treated you like an angel she saw you as; her cold nail rubbing gently on your dead skin locking arms and holding hands to make you feel safe, her eyes being on your when you perform earning all of her attention, even going as far as to dance together at the soul train stop. Where the two of you shared your first kiss. She pulls you in mid-spin, slamming her cold lips on yours at a similar temperature sending warmth to your body.

Time seemed to pause at the moment and it felt you were alone with her, regardless of the dancing dead around you. She held your cheeks as you stared into her space-like eyes, feeling your dead heartbeat and you didn’t feel like you’re lonesome bride anymore, because of her.

[classichorrorblog]

Beetlejuice (1988)

[imarley]

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice (2024)

[ninaninato]

Why he kinda…..

[tay-swifts]

BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE (2024) dir. Tim Burton

[sahind]

BEETLEJUICE (1988) Directed by Tim Burton

[ayo-edebiri]

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024) dir. Tim Burton

[valiant-trashmouth]

Such a romantic

[elizabethcrumb]

-Dat Ass- made this one lol You're welcome! :D

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[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

BIO-EXORCIST-TRICKSTER-DEMON-SEX PEST ABOUT TO HAVE THE #1 MOVIE IN THE WORLD.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a fan-made movie poster for "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice," the 2024 dark fantasy comedy horror film directed by Tim Burton, which debuts in theaters nationwide on this day -- NOW, GO WATCH IT!! Poster design by "Dark Design."

Source: https://www.facebook.com/cinemarvellous/posts/965840701171333.

[auntierayeraye]

[diamondcitydarlin]

"I need you to help me save my daughter. But how do I know that you're going to keep your word?"

"I swear on my dead mother's soul- hey!"